I got no impression
This town is made by imitation
Wanting your sensation
In this silly simulation
I wanna rage my dream
I got no impression, received too many feelings that are shades of gray, all throughout the town are imitations
Searching for what's real, you'll become excited
Becoming hotter the farther from it you get
Feel you frustration, your scream...
Taste your vibration, I feel it so much that I shiver
Rage your dream, race past time
Even the wind will brim forth with light
Rage your dream, only that which awaits
Feel the wind, is what you should not forget
Rage your dream, split the darkness
Like a streak to the peak
Erase the freezing darkness worldwide
Rage your dream, and open the road
Di-ding down, another round never slow down
A point 01 second knockdown
Reverberations left behind disappear to the next town
The losers are left in the dust
Let's ignore the constraints of logic
Cause they're a pain
A streaker runs naked across the street
Something they would know
Rage your dream, race past time
Even the wind will brim forth with light
Rage your dream, only that which awaits
Feel the wind, is what you should not forget
Rage your dream, continue on the unending road
Don't look back on past even your love
Go forward and you'll shine brightly
